I think video games should distribute a character growth system that makes it so that by using a method of gameplay, you end up having that method get weaker. That way, you'd have to balance your character decaying throughout the game by using varied strategies. It'd force the player to not just find a rinse and repeat method

In Babble, I'm rewriting the data to code stream to not exist

I decided to do some random zombish things in this segment

I was awoken from my (unintentional?) nap by the muttering of hysterical voice(s?). I was still laying by a grave, but the voices seemed to over me. Out of reach, but I was sure they had their eyes on me. Perhaps there are no cyclopes because they’d have no eyes to spare for the less endowed. Would one of them willingly offer me an eye for not another eye? My attempt to ask didn’t come out as I had hoped, instead a moan croaked out from me and a yelp came from another.

I staggered up, and held a hand out to shake. It was a universally accepted gesture of benevolence, right? At first I felt I had expected too much when I heard footsteps rushing away, but my hopes were fulfilled when the other’s hand grasped mine. I didn’t get to shake hands though, because a pain shot my arm and made me jolt, ripping myself from the arm that had given me pain. I guess I could do without, I had two after all.

…Laughter?

Seemed whoever I had thought to be benevolent found humour in my loss. I suppose an arm is worth an eye, so I decided to share in the laughter and swung my other arm at his face, hoping to claw an eye. My reflexes aren’t what I’d hoped, my arm was pushed aside and I felt another pain strike through me.

The ways of material must of gotten to me, since I decided to react most rashly and leaped my head into this most rude person. They were caught by surprise, and the sound of them hitting a grave stone was audible enough for me to hear even through the pain my brow took from the blow. Was it this person I could not touch or was it persons I could not touch? The dead are not meant to mix with the living, I suppose. Would an eye ripped from this person be alive or dead?

The method of learning through experimentation isn’t always the best option, but it is when it is the only option. After hobbling over to the man, I braced myself as I gouged out an eye from him. The blood that spilt across my flesh felt like a stream of razors, but the eye itself felt hard and cold. Which seemed odd, since eyes should be soft and gushy. I rolled it around in my hand, it felt quite smooth. It struck me, I had just stolen this man’s glass eye. Would such a replacement do? I reached over and felt his other eyelid. Through the burning at my fingers, I felt nothing. And by that I don’t mean I couldn’t feel anything, because I could feel pain. I mean this man seemed to also be holding only a single eye, and this single eye I now had was glass. It’d have to do.

I rolled it into my own socket and wondered if I could will such a transplant in such a weak form. I’d have to wait and see, but until then I’d have to try find somewhere else to go like I had planned previously, since I figured the man who ran was the same who ran when I first arose.